Prompts Prompt Me!writing Prompts #402 & #403
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1. For the last Prompt Me, Cia shared the first line for each prompt posted during the previous week. What are your thoughts?
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The prompts are back! We skipped the prompts last week to bring you the Spring Anthology, but they're back with a bang this week! Not only do you get the two prompts you're accustomed to from Comicfan, Poetry Prompt #7 has been posted as well! I look forward to seeing what everyone can come up with! Also, I'd love your thoughts on the featured prompt responses, so please answer the poll question!
Prompt 402 – Creative
Tag – List of Words
Use the following words in a story – a four leaf clover, a gold coin, a broken arm, a red headed woman, and an order of fish sticks.
Prompt 403 – Creative
Tag – A wish
While on vacation you toss a coin into the local wishing fountain which suddenly comes true in some of the most awkward ways possible. What was your wish and what happened?
Poetry Prompt #7 - Blank Verse
Write a poem in ten lines of blank verse (defined in the usual way as non-rhyming iambic pentameter) as an address to a friend or a loved one. OR, if you're feeling adventurous, write a speech (or speeches) for a character (or characters) whom you've created, all in blank verse. You can find out more about Blank Verse by visiting the thread.
This week, we're featuring Krista's response to Prompt #401 and we're also featuring Aditus' response to Poetry Prompt #6:
“Run Jack, run!” Mother yelled from the kitchen window overlooking the backyard. I was sitting outside on the picnic table waiting for a text message from my friend Asher, pretending to study for a mid-term exam on Shakespeare for my english class.
I knew what her scream meant though. They finally found me. I felt the change threaten to tear through my body with the warmth spreading from my chest outward. The hunters wouldn’t hurt my mother, they were only here for me. I just didn’t know why, no one they come after is ever seen again and people are too scared to talk about it. Apart from a few wild tales about people who have escaped detection and capture. It was hard to say, but the hunters that hunted me now was fighting a lost cause. There were too many of us changing or born different. Studies saying one in four, but that didn’t stop them from coming - they would always come.
A second scream from the kitchen was abruptly silenced. They had subdued her. I could now hear their boots as they stormed from the kitchen to the back patio door. When the first man dressed in black armor plated gear, carrying a stunning weapon, came into view, I abandoned my schoolwork and turned towards the forest. The best thing for everyone, was for me to run. They wouldn’t hurt my family or use them against me, if I ran and didn’t come back.
Read the rest of Krista's Prompt.
My uncle was huge as a house,
and his boots looked as big as whales.
His hands were as large as sails,
when he picked up his little mouse.
We used to stuff clay pots with straw,
put them upside down on a stick.
Saved his dahlias with this trick,
and the earwigs learned nature’s law.
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